Hey! This is the second chapter I'm publishing today! This one was soooo fun to write! Stick around for more!😉
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The rest of the flight was very calm and I managed to finish an entire season of my serial. Casey was dozing off next to me. One thing I found out about during this flight was that Casey really likes to sleep talk. She had been bickering non-stop about random things which I had no knowledge of since I could only make out certain vowels and pronouns. I would occasionally glance at the woman and the boy and would mostly find him engrossed in a book with glasses on and her typing into a gold color laptop.
"We will be landing in Morocco in fifteen minutes." Tristy announced into the cabin. "Hey Case! Wake up!" I tried to wake Casey. She mumbled a shut up. "You look like crap and a cute guy is looking right at you!" I frantically whispered to her. That definitely woke her up. "Oh my god! You're such a liar. I'm going to the bathroom." She said as she took off. I laughed and soon realised that the woman with orange hair was actually staring at me. My brain was coming up with all sorts of stuff. "Maybe she just find you fascinating." "Maybe she's a saleswoman trying to sell something." "Maybe she's an undercover dementor." "Maybe she's a serial killer looking for her next potential victim." I giggled as Casey got back. Her hair, which was then in a bun, was now in a braid. I don't know how she manages to style her hair perfectly every single time. For me, short hair was like advanced algebra.
"Welcome to Marrakesh!" An excites voice announced over the speakers. "We're actually here!" I almost yelled. I had been dreaming about this since I was practically a baby. The attendant opened up the door and people started emptying out. By now, I had completely forgotten about the woman. Me and Casey quickly checked out of the airport. "I need to go pee." I told Casey and dragged her along. I did my business, combed my hair and made my way out. I found Casey chewing on chocolate cookies from my bag. "Hey! Don't disrupt the emergency kit!" I yelled at her. "I was hungry." She whined like a baby as I snatched the packet out of her death grasp.
We headed out where the taxis were all parked. I gasped as I felt the warm air current hit my skin. This was a dream come true. "A first of many voyages to come!" I squealed. "Ms Hills?" A voice behind me asked. Startled, I turned around. "Sorry, I didn't meant to scare you. We are from the hotel you'll be staying at." A man in a suit welcomed us. He gestured to a sleek black Mercedes sedan parked behind him. Me and Casey hopped in. "You should call our parents." Casey said. I took out my phone and started dealing just as the car left the airport. Just after two rings, my mom picked up the phone. "Hey baby! Did you reach? How are you and Casey? Did the chauffeurs pick you up." My moms panicked voice asked, making me laugh. "Everything went fine mom. Case and I are good. We're on our way to the hotel. Call you when we get there?" I asked. "Okay. Take care!" She replied, relieved. I put my phone down and stared at the view.
The city was absolutely beautiful. Everything seemed red and warm-toned. The sun was still out and it's rays slowly moved past all buildings and roads. The sky was yellow. It looked like a scene out of a book. Despite the temperature being hot, everything was absolutely stunning and picturesque.
I comfortably sat back in my seat with Sun radiating its warm rays on The Kingdom Of Morocco.
